Reflections on the state of the world which proceed with the scriptures in one hand and the newspaper in the other

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Down the Trumpland Rabbit-Hole

“Curiouser and curiouser!” Cried Alice (she was so much
surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).”

― Lewis
Carroll, Alice's
Adventures in Wonderland

Increasingly these days I find myself wondering what planet
I am living on and how I got here. I look around myself and see few of the
familiar landmarks I am expecting. The ones I do recognize have become garish, caricatures
of themselves which in many cases represent a complete reversal of the roles they
played in orienting my childhood.

Like Alice, I appear to have fallen down a rabbit hole into
a new world. And daily, life in Trumpland seems curiouser and curiouser.

When Leaders Were Still Responsible

My childhood was marked by strong leaders in our White
House. John Kennedy stared down the Russians intent on creating a nuclear silo
in Cuba just 90 miles off our coast coming within a breath of an all-out
nuclear exchange. His successor pounded out a whole series of civil rights acts
even at the cost of his own personal and his party’s political future. Johnson’s
successor, Richard Nixon, was a consummate foe of communism even as his
administration opened the door to thawed relations with Mao’s China and held his nose as the Clean Air Act and Head Start went into effect

They were flawed men, to be certain. Johnson’s obsession
with Vietnam would cost thousands of people their lives and damage the lives of
many who would survive the war there. Nixon’s obsession with domination of the
political process would lead to a administration corrupted to its very core that
ultimately imploded in the face of a likely impeachment and removal from
office.

But even as the voters held LBJ responsible for his
blunders in Southeast Asia and a once-responsible Congress held Nixon
accountable for his paranoiac criminal activities, there was still a sense that
the American system of government was reliable and the people we chose to lead it
were ultimately capable of responding to reason.

Such cannot can be presumed in Trumpland.

Godless Communists

My memories of my childhood are marked by ongoing
expressions of an obsessive animus toward the Soviet Union and its Stalinist
vision of communism. Under a foreign policy whose acronym MAD (Mutually Assured
Destruction) said everything you needed to know about it, I spent my childhood
perpetually on guard for the sirens that might mark the genesis of a world war
studded with nuclear mushroom clouds. In such a tense era, anyone who dared to say
anything remotely positive about the USSR or any of its so-called “satellite
states” was roundly scourged for such impolitic behaviors. They were at best seen as unpatriotic and at worst as outright treasonous.

Few Americans were more scathing in their denunciation of
what they called “godless communism” and more dogged in their paranoia
regarding anything Russian than America’s white evangelicals. Often conflating
“God and country” as if these commodities were somehow interchangeable, they
seemed oblivious to the obvious idolatrous implications of such understandings.
Evangelical preachers routinely used their bully pulpits to demonize the
Russians as pawns of Satan just awaiting a chance to infiltrate American
society and cause its internal rot from moral decay.

America had to be constantly vigilant, they told us.

The paranoia about the Russians was hardly limited to
government leadership and conservative religion. By the time I reached high
school, seniors were required to take a course called Americanism v. Communism in order to graduate.

Less an educational endeavor than a ham-fisted attempt to
indoctrinate children whose minds were routinely described in those days as
“impressionable,” the course was animated by a great fear that the Communists would
weaken us from the inside through the insidious work of “pointy headed
liberals” in the academy and the media. The supposed inclinations of this
liberal elite toward the Red Tide of communism had rendered them a little red,
thus they were called “pinkos.” According to the unquestioned Cold War dogma, the
Russians had only to wait until we were sufficiently softened up internally to
conquer us through military action externally.

This ongoing Red Scare was rooted in the belief that the
Russians ultimately sought to enslave us. Ironically, as we would later find
out, that was exactly the same fear Russians had of us.

Before the Cold War was over, it would end up bankrupting
the Soviet bloc whose nation-states finally had had enough by the late 1980s.
Ironically, the outspending and outlasting of our dreaded adversaries would
also bankrupt America. Enormous deficits arose from inordinate spending on costly military toys like a Star Wars system that never worked while cutting the
social safety net including mental health services. One of the many pathological
results of that approach was the rise of a quasi-permanently homeless
population that continues to plague our cities to this day.

Even as America wallowed in self-congratulatory
celebrations of “the end of history,” its social institutions from its once envied
public education system to its once vaunted interstate highway system began to
decline. A once vibrant middle class withered away under policies which favored
the wealthy at the expense of everyone else. An income inequality which has
marked unstable social systems historically approached and then exceeded the levels
preceding the Crash and Great Depression of my parents’ generation.

In the end, those most seriously damaged by this
neo-liberal post-cold war orgy which came at their expensewould respond by voting Trumpland into being.Thus they insured that the very corporate cronies who already dominated their lives would now have absolutely no checks on their power.

How in the hell did
we get here?

Souls for Sale

Today I find myself at the bottom of a rabbit hole in which
the world I encounter is decidedly different from the one in which I came to
adulthood. Our White House is occupied by the second popular loser in a presidential
election in 20 years. We were taught in the American history courses of my
youth that such a phenomenon was a fluke and unlikely to ever occur again in
our lifetimes. Yet, it has now occurred twice within six elections to the
benefit of the same political party.

Our airwaves are daily consumed by the rantings of this popular
loser. His regular abuse of social media reveals him to be a pathological
narcissist who appears to be suffering from a case of arrested development - if
not serious mental instability. His thin-skinned adolescent responses to the
media and the members of his own administration are reminiscent of the Red
Queen of Carroll’s classic who routinely shouts “Off with their heads!” at
those who fail to please her.

I also find myself worrying about those pesky nuclear mushroom clouds again, something I had once thought was relegated to a closed chapter of my life history. Yet, with people around the world I watch this l'enfant terrible in horror wondering
how in the hell this man ever got within a White House tour of the access codes
to the nuclear football.

Even curiouser, it is the white evangelical “God and
country” folks who once demonized the Russian horde who seem most likely to
give this moral monster - and his Russian hackers - a pass. In virtually every
way imaginable, the Red Queen of Trumpland is the absolute antithesis of who
evangelicals have said they were historically.

From his condescension toward women to his demonization of
immigrants to his ridiculing of the very disabled human beings Jesus spent his
life healing, Donald Trump is the antithesis of the Jesus these evangelicals
claim to worship. And yet, they are his most fervent group of supporters.

When one looks closely at them, however, it is hardly Jesus
upon whom their worship focuses these days. The recent anthem created for use
at First Baptist in Dallas contains lyrics such as “Lift the torch of freedom all across the land. Step into the future
joining hand in hand.” These lyrics are talking about a misanthrope who has
steadily demeaned and sought to repress the free press and whose hands – when
not occupied with female genitalia - would scarcely clasp those of the Mexicans
and migrants rebuilding America that he routinely denigrates.

This rather thoughtless conflation of the deity and the
nation-state is reminiscent of many examples in history in which leaders from
pharaohs to fuhrers were deified. In each case, the presumption that G-d
favored “the people” – always defined in self-serving terms - lasted only so
long as the next conquest by those presumed to be outside the pale of divine
favor. One cannot help but conjure up images of the prophet Jeremiah pleading
with his fellow Judeans to recognize the danger they were in, danger they
denied with self-reassurances of divine favor even as the Babylonians who would
take them into captivity were pounding at the gates of Jerusalem.

In the second century of the developing Christian
tradition, the leaders of Christian communities often described those whose
values ran completely counter to the Way of Jesus as “antichrists.” Verily, I
tell you as I look around me in Trumpland, if the popular loser in the White
House is the antithesis of democracy, his white evangelical supporters are certainly the antitheses of the Way of Jesus. There is no small irony in observing the people
who have most fervently kept watch across the horizons for the advent of the
AntiChrist so oblivious to the antichrists who have risen among their own ranks.

Failed Lessons

If all of this were not curious enough, it is the peers of
my generation - those of us who
completed that AVC course warning us against tyrannical government – who most seem
to have lost sight of its lessons. Had anyone even attempted anything during my
childhood remotely close to what the Trump boys did in colluding with Russia in
this past election, they would have been enroute to federal prison for treason if
not facing a lynch mob bearing torches, pitchforks and the flag, all the while mindlessly changing “USA! USA!”.
Today, it’s those same fellow Boomers who are willing to give this boy king a
pass and explain away his sins as lies and false news.

In the 1950s and 1960s, many Americans obsessed over the
possibility that America would become subject to authoritarian rule. We read
Orwell’s 1984 and Huxley’s Brave New World and told
ourselves that it was unthinkable that something so severe could happen in a country
which lauded itself as the beacon of freedom and democracy in the world. But in
Trumpland 2017, the possibilities that authoritarian rule defending oligarchic
privilege at the expense of the vast majority of Americans daily becomes not
only possible but perhaps even likely.

Ironically, just our AVC texts had predicted, authoritarian
rule won't have to be imposed from without. It is happening exactly as the authors
of that well-intended but obviously ineffective AVC course feared it would,
rising from within.

And our dreaded tyrant has not come from eastern Europe or
China. He comes from a television “reality show” wearing a red baseball
cap (made in China, to be sure) reading Make
America Great Again. He stands in the shadows of the flags of a vanquished
Confederate army borne by self-proclaimed "patriots" and rides a tide of electronic
espionage to an electoral victory generated by the very Russia that we were once
taught was our greatest enemy.

In 1956, Russian leader Nikita Khrushchev warned a roomful
of western diplomats of their impending doom: “We will bury you from within!” he shouted. Here, at the bottom of the rabbit hole in
Trumpland, 61 years later, it appears Kruschchev may have been right.

But the Russians won’t have to bury us. Sadly, we have proven more than
willing to bury ourselves.

About Me

I am a fifth generation Floridian, a fourth generation educator, third generation college educator. My great grandparents were named Reed and Wright so I guess it was fate that I would end up a teacher. I am a recovering lawyer who still holds an inactive license with the Florida Bar (I stopped practice in 1990) and an ordained Episcopal priest. My spirituality is that of an inner world (nature) mystic. I am Franciscan to my very core, a professed member of 26 years in the Third Order Society of St. Francis (TSSF). Andy , my gentle souled, soft-spoken partner of 44 years became my legal husband in 2010 on the steps of the US Supreme Court. He is G-d's greatest gift to my life. I live within two hours of my nuclear family members. Historically I have been a yellow dawg Democrat though my politics are decidedly Green. I hold a Ph.D. in Religion, Law and Society from FSU, an M.Div. from Church Divinity School of the Pacific, member seminary of the GTU in Berkeley, CA, and a J.D. and a B.A. in History and Secondary Ed from the University of Florida. I complete a two year program at Richard Rohr’s Living School for Contemplation and Action in Albuquerque, NM August 2017.